It’s Getting Away from Me

I am soooo far behind, like, everything. Because of what I couldn’t do yesterday, I’ll be driving all around the county today; and what I couldn’t write yesterday either has to be left undone or written up today… along with everything I was supposed to write today.

But y’know what’s hardest? Every day now the nooze is full of really crazy s*** and I don’t know if I even ought to try keeping up with it. Do I cover it or ignore it?

Something to think about while I’m on the road. Speaking of which–I gotta go!

I’m pretty sure this is not how you recover from an illness, but I’m stuck with it.

Special Message to Readers: If you’ve been banned or suspended for the social media–as a few of you have already mentioned–I need to know the details. Don’t worry, I’ll conceal your identity. This is for an article I’ve been assigned to write. Come on, I need your help for this! Let’s email each other, at least.

Share:

Like this:

LikeLoading...

About leeduigon

I have lived in Metuchen, NJ, all my life. I have been married to my wife Patricia since 1977. I am a former newspaper editor and reporter. I was also the owner-operator of my own small business for several years. I wrote various novels and short stories published during 1980s and 1990s. I am a long-time student of judo and Japanese swordsmanship (kenjutsu). I also play chess, basketball, and military and sports simulations.
View all posts by leeduigon

9 responses to “It’s Getting Away from Me”

I’m sorry I’m so little help. I don’t even know if I have been banned. I am suffering major brain fog. If you can imagine looking through a pair of glasses that has been covered with butter, you can sort of imagine how my brain feels. This is the worst thing I have ever encountered, and the meds
haven’t a clue. Please Lord, help.

Yes, let’s all pray for each other. I keep all the regulars here in prayer every day. And now, as I seem to be coming down with … something … I trust that I’m in everyone’s prayers as well.

The “something,” by the way, involves a nose running like a faucet, a difficult swallow in the throat, and a feeling that I’m walking through rubber cement. Cold? Incipient flu? I don’t have the strength to figure it out. This morning’s hymn, “O God, Our Help in Ages Past” turned out to be a much-needed bracer.

People who keep up a high energy level and output such as yourself, Lee, can really feel guilty when they get behind. Martin Luther suffered from this when he couldn’t keep up with his Augustinian devotions, but he learned to let it go and pace himself according to the leading of the Holy Spirit.